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I am prayer…….


I am prayer…….
a continuum of spirit
an incoming and outflowing breath
an invisible untouchable breeze

Why did God breathe into His creation? Into our world? So that we, who are here, could inhale Him, as a natural function of our lives…….absorb Him in to our being…….and return this life to Him in living prayer.

All of our life is God breathed…….every moment borne in the breath of His Spirit; as the living respiration of God, within our world, if you will.

I am prayer…….
a healing bow upon the waters
burning to another fire
a living ember of satisfied desire

Now in this holy breath we have God, man, divinity, humanity, creation, crucifixion, death, and resurrection; everything of Christ…….all that He is; all that He said; and all He passed through…….all are in this breath. And this holy breath is everywhere…….all around us…….

I am prayer…….
a living soul cast into life
as both battlefield
…….and temple…….

So often the fear within me cries, I have no idea how to do this, Father…….it is beyond me…….it cannot be me…….it must not be just me…….only me…….it is the Fire that compels…….the Life…….the essence of all being; burning within me…….to become one mind, one heart, and one life.

Yet, as I find again the eyes that behold Him…….I hear His words come upon me; ever so gently…….like a morning breeze…….

I am prayer…….
within that emptiness
that hollowness so dark
I am the breath that nurtures life

In prayer, He is present with us in a unique way that transcends even His omnipresence…….He becomes us; as we come to Him…….in this merging of two lives into one…….it is the song of Eternity, you see…….now beating…….alive in our breast…….and every note…….every sigh…….every sound, is a partaking of Him…….as He becomes us; and we become Him…….

a reverie

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Oh Lord


oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you saw me praying through the night
racing against shadows and possibilities
wondering if the darkness would ever go away

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you knew me when the shadows came
when hurt splayed itself on all that i touched
and anger echoed across my mind

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
when i wanted to take away the pain
when my love couldn’t erase the sadness
when I cursed you and begged you in a breath

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you saw me at three in the morning
when I couldn’t see the problem
when I don’t know framed all my frustrations

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you knew me when my fists pummeled the air
when I begged for courage…….when I was lost
and blind in my own abandonment

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
discarded and thrown out like yesterday’s news
like meaningless letters scribbled across a page
without a single echo to bounce off the wall

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you saw me when tears trailed down my cheeks
you knew me when you whispered that truth
that would heal my heart…….one tear at a time

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me
you knew me…….you knew and now i am
leaving the shadows of loneliness behind
step by step…….tear by tear

oh Lord…….you see me…….you know me

being

shadows


 

and so…….
the shadows pass
yet never
are they wholly
expelled…….
for the heart
once so painfully
envelloped…….
gathers upon the brow
even as the wound
is healed…….
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the raven barks


the raven barks

a million eyes stare from the mud
in death, so cold and clear,
to see a feast, if see they could,
on a table set so near

with shout and fire and blade they rise,
like grey wolves coarsely growling;
beating shield and shaft beneath the skies
of the sword so swiftly prowling

in fury and flame abreast they come
like a tide of fire and sable
to take the sword and bring it home
and slay if they are able

the night is lost in flashing steel
wet now with blood and tears
so does death roar it’s ghostly peal
in gaping flesh and shattered spear

the raven barks as darkness comes
black beak dripping red
feasting on the mighty ones
who now lay cold stone dead…….

Rev 19:17 And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;

Rev 19:18 That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.

Rev 19:19 And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army.

a serene apocalypse


This play of life,
Is a snowflake
On the pond:
A moment white,
Then gone forever;
Yea, without the Wine,
There is but
The empty cup.

Tears, falling
On the icy brow
Of death,
Can not redeem
The years:
Flowers on the grave,
Cast no
Backward fragrance
Over weary days.

Each small fragment:
Cupfulls of time;
In which our years
Come upon us;
Are buds of being:
Seed times, of a sort,
Unto Eternity:
A serene apocalypse,
In the hands
Of a loving God.

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on the edge


the edge of things is a sacred space…….the edge of things is a lonely place…….never safely inside, yet not so far outside as to lose compassion, feeling, or understanding…….like living life in a level…….always balancing the bubble in the glass between here and there…….

on the edge

an eventide haiku


evening whispers

 

dawn brings its thunder
but the evening whispers
like a mother’s coo

tears


the pedals of the rose
fold softly
in the morning dew
piercing the scars
with beads of life
pooling deep
in a heart so pure


One of the great prayer traditions of our faith…….intercessory prayer in the moment, in the Spirit, almost seems to have gone missing across the Body of Christ in the public frenzy that is our modern life. So, what seems to be our problem? Do we lack faith…….or just the time? Or do we realize at all that the connective tissue of our prayers is what binds us together as one in our common Lord?

When God brings someone to mind in the moment; stop…….take the time to picture that person in your thoughts, try to recall his or her character and giftings, and then thank God for that person. Ask the Lord to equip and use him fully. Then recall any of that their struggles and lift them up to the Lord for resolution. And if God brings to your prayer any concern that appears to be sourced in Him…….through His Spirit, and beyond anything that you might know in the natural about that person, then pray, my friends, pray until you pray it through…….you will know.

One of my great concerns for the Body of Christ today is that, as we have been scattered by our Lord, and covered in His blood for our own protection, we are becoming disjointed as a body, with all the parts seeking for their own guidance and losing track of the bigger picture…….and the larger body…….and in this, losing connection to each other, and in that, weakening the whole of the body at the very time that we need to come together as one in His strength.

You know, I know something about strength and lifting…….I know that the two go hand in hand…….you don’t get one without the other…….the same is true for the walk in the Spirit, my friends…….if you would maintain your strength in our Lord, you must always be lifting…….lifting His brethren up before Him. So be that person who lifts others at all times…….do this for strength in the members…….do this for the power of unity within the body…….for in the lifting do we grow strong…….and the tendrils our our prayers tie and bind us together in Him…….making us stronger still.

No more powerful exercise exists for our Lord’s body while here on earth; yet it is one that today’s believers seem to practice all too infrequently as small differences get in the way; and the needs of day to day life simply crowd out our concern for those unseen others who share our faith.

So, my friends, my message…….my plea to you is to pray differently…….and to live differently…….reach out to me, my brothers and sisters; as I reach out to you…….lift for your strength; lift for the strength of your brethren; lift for the strength of the whole body, as we prepare for what could be dark days ahead……..for we will soon need all parts of the body alive, at full strength, and connected together…….I am convinced of it.


I want to sing to my Lord
pure and free…….

I want to sing to my Lord
and not worry that I’m off key…….or out of step

I want to sing to my Lord
through the night…….into the Light

I want to sing to my Lord
of yearning and mourning and black dog skies

I want to sing to my Lord
for awakenings…….and eyes yet to open

I want to sing to my Lord
tales of freedom and freedom’s Kingdom

I want to sing to my Lord
songs from a heart that is willing in the day

I want to sing to my Lord
in lyrics of laughter…….of love…….of hope

I want to sing to my Lord
what else can I do…….what more can I be?

I want to sing to my Lord
for without a song…….there is no life; there is no me

Amen.